Quid Pro Quo

 

It was the beginning of fall and my wife Mary had just gotten home from work and asked me to help her make dinner which I gladly agreed to.  As she was cleaning off some broccoli I came up behind her and hugged her from the back.  She is a beautiful woman.  She is 5’8” and was about 125 lbs.  I love to stand behind her and feel her tight body and kiss her neck.  As I went to kiss her neck I couldn’t quite reach.  As I wondered what was going on I noticed she still had on her heels from work and I was in my bare feet. 

 

She said “Hey Paul, what’s the problem back there, coming up a little short?”

I said “Yeah did you grow a couple inches at work or what.”

“I think maybe you shrunk.” She Laughed.

I almost forgot to mention I am 5’6” so when she wears her heals she towers over me.  It feels so good to hold her and see how tall she is from the back even if it is artificially enhanced by heals.

“You love being so short don’t you?” She teased.

“Only when I’m with you, otherwise it pretty much sucks.” I replied.  “I hate not being able to reach things on the top shelf, and I think maybe I don’t get as much respect at work as I could if I were taller”.

“Maybe you should look into ‘limb lengthening’.  If your lucky they could make you as tall as me”.  She prodded.

“It’s moments like this that make it all worthwhile.”  I admitted.

“Honey, honestly, would you like to be taller?” She questioned.

“Sure. But I’m not going to worry about it.  As far as I’m concerned it’s not an option.” I answered. “Besides, at least I’m pretty well built.  I do all right.”

“Yep, It was your big guns that first attracted me to you.” She admitted.

I weigh about 175 which is pretty big for a guy my height.  I still work out, but I haven’t seen many real gains over the past few years.  My arms are about 16” and I can bench around 300# Max.  We have a home gym in our basement complete with free weights and some machines.

“Speaking of guns, are we going to work on yours tonight.” I asked hopefully.

“I don’t know, I would like to fill myself out a little.  I am kind of skinny you know.” She admitted.

“Good, then it’s a date after dinner!” I almost cheered.

She knows I love muscle on women, but she also knows it’s a lot of hard work although I think she may have some natural ability.  She works out very hard when she does lift, but that’s only about once every other week.

After Dinner we headed downstairs for our workout.  She turned on the radio and I started setting up her weights.  She loves preacher curls so I put fives on the E-Z Curl bar and put it on the rack for her.

As she walked over she said “Paul, Isn’t this too light for me?”

“I just want to make sure you are warmed up so you don’t hurt yourself.”

“How many should I do”

“Just do ten.”

She cranked ten out with good form.

I added five more to each side.

“How many did I do this for last time?”

“I think seven.”

“Ok, Let me try for eight.” She said hopefully.

“ One. Two. Three. Four Five. Six. Seven. Eight. I’ll help you with this next one.”

“I got it Grrrrrr. Ok help on this one.”

“Alright push it Mary.  Good Job.”

“How many was that?” She asked.

“Nine plus one with help”.

“That’s good isn’t it?”

“Yeah that’s a pretty good gain from last time.  Next time we’ll increase the weight”.

I was very excited about her progress.  I wondered how strong she could get if she were more consistent with her workouts.

That night I asked her if we could do some measurements so we could better track her progress.

I got out a clipboard and prepared to record her measurements.

“OK let’s get your weight first.” I said.

“I don’t want you to know how much I weigh.”

“I already know you weigh about 125.”

“OK, but I don’t like this.”

“Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.”

I set the scale to 125 and she stepped on.  She stepped on very lightly as if to hope it wouldn’t move.  To my surprise once she put her full weight on the counter balance hit the top pretty hard.

“Oh shit.” She said “This can’t be good.”

I moved the balance over a little till it leveled out at 128.5.

“I doubt you gained any fat, its probably muscle from your lifting.”

“I hope so. Three and a half pounds is a lot of weight to gain in just a couple months.” She sighed.

“OK let’s see those guns.”

She flexed real slow like she was a huge bodybuilder.  Her arms did look a little more toned.

I felt them and said “Wow you’re getting huge.”

“It must be all that spinach.” she laughed.

“Eleven and a quarter. OK, now for your legs”

“My legs are probably as skinny as my arms.”

“No, you have nice legs.  Eighteen and three quarters.”

“Are you agreeing that my arms are skinny?” She challenged.

“Oh no they’re huge.” I said sarcastically.

“They will be someday.”

“You think?”

“If I work hard.”

 

Over the next month her intensity increased quite a bit.  Some weeks we worked out 3 times.  She was asking to learn more exercises.  Up until this time she had only  been interested in her arms.  I was now trying to help her hit most of the major muscle groups.

We had some trouble at first with the bench press.  She did not like it at all.

“I don’t think I can do this honey.”

“Sure you can it just takes some practice.  Try again I’ll help you keep it level.”

She was just doing the bar, but it was out of control.  It took a lot of my strength to keep it somewhat straight.

“I hate this.  Isn’t there something else I can do for my chest?” she pouted.

“This is probably the most effective, and I think you will like it once you get the hang of it.”

“I’ll try to keep an open mind.”

The day after benching her chest was very sore which at first I thought was a bad thing, but she was happy that she at least got something out of it.

As she benched more often she got better at it and we even were able to add some weight with out risking it sliding off.

At the end of this first month of somewhat intense training we took some measurements.

“OK Mary, it’s the end of October let’s see how you’ve done since last time.”

I set the scale at 129 and said “OK lets see if you gained any muscle.”

She moved the weight to 131 and said “I cheated and checked it yesterday after you went upstairs.”

“You’re kidding.  I can’t believe you gained that much”

As she stepped on she said happily “read it and weep.”

The scale almost touched the top.  I balanced it out at 131 and a quarter.

“That’s almost 3 pounds in 1 month” I said in disbelief.

“Do you think its all muscle?” She asked shyly.

“It probably is, but let’s check your measurements.”

“Let’s see that bicep.”

“Boom!!!” She said half kidding as she swung it quickly up to my face.

It looked like it had more shape to it. I measured.

“Eleven and a half.”

“That sucks.” she moped.

“No, that’s very good.A whole quarter inch in one month, are you kidding?”  “Just think if you could keep that pace up this time next year you would have Fourteen and a half inch guns.”

“That’s almost as big as yours, isn’t it?” She asked hopefully.

“I don’t want to get your hopes up.  You shouldn’t be able to keep that pace up.”

“How big are yours.” She asked impatiently.

 “Mine are sixteen, but…

“Do you think mine could be that big?”

I flexed my right arm for her and asked. “Would you want to be that big.”

“I want to be powerful.”

“It will be hard to catch me, because I have a head start and women don’t put on muscle as easily.”

“I might put on muscle easier than you think.” She challenged. “Why do you want to add more muscle?” She asked, not understanding.

“What do you mean?  Why do you think I lift?” I aske.

“I don’t want you to get bigger.  I want to try to catch up to you.”  She said hopefully.

“Well your off to a good start, but I don’t think I can just stop lifting, but I guess I could just try to maintain.” I compromised.

“Sounds good to me.” She said.

During the month of November she worked out harder than ever.  Her bench was even starting to go up.  She had started with the bar just a month ago and now she was up to 75 lbs for 6 reps.

“How much do you think I should be able to bench?” She asked.

“Your body weight for 10 would be pretty good.” I answered.

“Oh my gosh, I’ll never get up to that.  Will I?”

“It’s definitely possible, but you would have to be committed to it.” I warned.

It was now two months since we started working out seriously and the progress was excellent.

Her arms measured 11.75 inches and her bodyweight was up to 132.5 lbs. from 125 five months earlier.  The most impressive improvement this month were her legs which gained a full half inch up to 19 and a quarter.  Her calves were 14 inches.

“Wow, that’s seven and a half pounds of muscle you’ve added.  Do you feel stronger?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I guess a little.” She replied lacking confidence.

“Let’s armwrestle and see what you;ve got.”

“OK. Don’t hurt me.” She said cautiously, as she sat down at the kitchen table with her hand up in the air.”

“OK, you say go.” I offered.

“OK, One. Two. Three, Go” She started grunting and wincing as if she was giving everything she had.

She was harder to hold than I thought, but I slowly put her down as to not injure her.

“You are getting stronger.”  I said.

“I thought I would do better than that.” She pouted.

“Keep working at it.”

“I have an idea!” She exclaimed.

“What!” I said, somewhat mocking her.

“Let’s Indian leg wrestle. I used to be good at that in grade school.  I could beat all the boys.”

“You’ll have to teach me.”

“It’s easy. Just lay down.”

I laid down and she laid down facing the opposite way.  She got us all set holding hands and then she demonstrated in slow motion.  After I got the idea we were ready to go.

“I’ll say go again.” She announced.

“One Two Three Go.”

I went very hard and fast and she went back pretty far, so I let up she recovered and she was able to start pushing me back a little.  She was giving it everything and so was I.  I pushed her back and finally won.

“You started off too hard.” she said

“I’m sorry I thought we were supposed to.”

“No you should ease into at first.”

“OK, Let’s try again.” I challenged.

We went again and I went slowly.  I won again but it was not easy.  She was very frustrated and disappointed with her performance.

“I should be better than that. I can’t believe you beat me.” She sulked.

The next day I came home and to my surprise she was already working out.  I went down stairs.

“Hey, don’t you wait for me any more.” I asked.

“Sorry honey, but I was very motivated all day today.” She said smiling.

“How come your doing legs today?” I asked.

“I’m going to start doing them twice a week.” I didn’t like losing at leg wrestling.

“So your coming after me huh?”

“Yep you’re going to be in trouble.” She jabbed with a menacing smile.

I was glad to see she had some new motivation.  I wondered if her legs could really get that much stronger.

At this point she was squatting 135 for 6 and leg pressing 180 for 10  Leg extensions with 50 for 8 and Leg curls for with 30 for 10.

 

After another month it was January, and her steady workouts continued.  It was time to update her measurements.  She had recently started wearing sweatpants all the time, which I thought was a little weird for her.

“OK lets check your weight first.” I announced.

“I didn’t cheat this month so I have no idea.” She said as she eased onto the scale.”

“I think there’s something wrong with the scale.  There is no way!”

“One Thirty Seven and a quarter?  Wow.”  She gasped.

“Well your sweats add about a half pound I guess.  Why have you started wearing those?”

“I don’t want you to see my legs until we’re ready to leg wrestle again.” She explained.

“So I can’t measure them either?” I asked.

“That’s right.” She smiled.

“Oh Please.”

“Nope.  Not till I’m ready.”

“How about your arms?”

“Sure you can still measure them.”

“OK.  Flex ‘em for me.” I prompted.

She flexed and I was pleased to see a nice little bump forming.  It was starting to look like a real muscle.

“A little over Twelve inches.  That’s amazing.” I said excitedly

“Is it?”

“Do you realize how much muscle you have put on?”

She flexed and look in the mirror and said “Hey, I do have some guns don’t I.”

“Flex yours next to mine.” She directed.

I did and it was still a huge discrepancy, but not as great a difference as the last time.

“I’m gaining on you.” she teased.

“You sure are.”  I admitted.

“Let’s measure yours.” She requested.

“Only fifteen and a half.”  She cheered.

“Your not doing it right.  Let me do it.” I almost scolded.

I checked and she was right.

“You’re right.”

“Why are you shrinking?” She teased.

“I guess I’ve been concentrating too much on you, and letting myself go.”

“I didn’t know you could lose muscle that fast.” She said quizzically.

“It’s a lot easier to lose than gain.” I admitted regretfully.

“So you could lose more if you wanted to?” She asked very interested in my response.

“Yep.  To a point.” I responded.

“What point is that?”

“Without working out my ideal body weight is about 145.”

“Let’s do it.”

“What?”

“You stop working out and we’ll see if we can meet somewhere in the middle.”

“But, I’ll get fat.  I can’t just stop exercising.” I pleaded.

“Maybe you can do aerobics.” She laughed.

“No, but I could run.  I guess.”

“Good then we’re set.” She stated matter of factly.

“No wait a minute.  I can’t just give up my muscle like that.”

“But, then I’ll never be as strong as you.” She whined.

“So what’s wrong with that?” I asked.

“I thought you wanted me stronger?” she asked.

“Not stronger than me.”

“How about for every pound I gain you have to lose one.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Just for three months Paul, please.” She pleaded.

“OK we can try it.” I gave in grudgingly.

“Yeah.” She cheered as she danced around.

She worked harder than ever throughout January.  I coached her but I did not lift.  After her lifting I would go run several miles.

She was very excited about this weigh in.  I could see the anticipation in her eyes.

She stepped on the scale.

“One-forty” She exclaimed triumphantly. “OK your turn.”

I stepped on and was not happy to see I had lost Five pounds and was down to 165.  She could tell I was a little depressed.

She said “Cheer up honey you look great.”

I did look more toned and cut which looked good.

“OK let’s measure.” She said impatiently.

She put her arm up and I could not believe what I saw.  She had a real muscle there was no denying it.

“Almost Twelve and a half.” I revealed.

“That’s awesome. Now yours.” She said with great anticipation.

“OK” I held mine up fearing the worst.

“Fifteen inches even.” She announced. “Now let’s compare”

We flexed with our arms together and mine still looked way bigger.

“Looks like I’m closing the gap” She said happily.

“You’ve still got a long way to go.”  I warned.

“Not with my legs.” She reminded me.

“Can we measure your legs?” I pleaded.

“Nope, not ready yet.  We can measure yours though.”

I never really worked my legs much so they were pretty small.

I flexed my leg and she began to laugh.  “I can’t believe I let those toothpicks beat me.”

She exclaimed “20 inches!” and laughed again.

I had lost a full inch since I had last measured a long time ago.

 

During the month of March she worked very hard and consistently especially on her legs.  She still wouldn’t let me see them, but I could tell they were getting larger.  She was now squatting 185 for ten and doing leg extensions with 75 for eight.  I even got her started doing deadlifts.  She started out with just the bar for ten, but now was doing 95 for five.  She was leg pressing 250 lbs. For ten reps.

One night I came down and she was laying on her back on a bench with a cable strapped to her ankle moving the cable up and down.

“What are you doing?”  I asked.

“A new exercise I made up to train for leg wrestling.”  She said as if it was obvious.  “I’ve been doing it for a couple of weeks and I’m going up in weight each time.”

“Wow you are serious.” I noted.

“Yep.  Can’t wait till our next match.” She teased.

“Yeah well my legs are getting pretty strong from all this running.  Don’t get too cocky.” I warned.

“I aint scared.”   She said in her best hillbilly accent.

“We’ll see.” I prodded “Let’s try again tonight.”

“Nope.  Not ready yet.”

 

It was April and time for measurements again and I was a little nervous to see what I had lost, but excited to see what she had gained.

 

“So do we get to see your legs today?” I asked.

“Not yet.”

“Please, come on honey.” I begged.

“Gosh you are getting whiny aren’t you?” She Jibed.

“Fine.  Step On the scale”.  I said sadly.

She slid the balance over to 142 and a quarter and said. “Yes!, still going up.” As she flexed in front of the mirror.

Wow did her arms look good.  I felt them and as usual they were rock hard.  I even started to see a little bit of a vein popping up from her forearm.

“OK, measure these babies.” she ordered.

“A little over 12 and a half.”  I announced.

“Not too bad.” she said

“I hope I gained most of my weight in my legs.”

“Please let me see them.” I pleaded.

“No.  Get on the scale.” she demanded.

I set it to 158 and got on.  It did not budge.  I had to move it down to 157 before it would balance out.

“I am so proud of you babe.  You are doing a great job losing weight.”  She consoled.

“I don’t like it.  I think I’m done.”

“You promised 3 months this is only the second.” She reminded me.  “As a matter of fact…  What would you do to see my legs next month?”

“Anything. Please Anything” I pleaded.

“OK.  If you can get down to 152 by next month I will let you see.”

“Does that include measuring and leg wrestling?” I said hopefully.

“Sure.  I guess so.” She agreed.

“It’s a deal.”  I held out my hand and she shook it.

“Now let’s get a look at your arms.” she said.

I flexed and they looked cut but small.

“Fourteen and three quarters.”  She said disappointed.  “Maybe they’ll shrink more next month.”

The next month I ran extra hard, and cut some protein out of my diet.  There was no way I was going to miss those legs.

 

Over the next month we both worked very hard.  Her leg workouts were insane.  I was afraid she might hurt herself.  One night she was pushing so hard a I saw one vein popping out of her neck and another her forhead.  She looked to be in great pain.

“Honey are you working too hard.”  I asked concerned.

“Don’t worry about me.  You need to worry about losing your weight.  I’ll be fine.”  She chastised breathing heavily, seeming annoyed.

It seemed like forever, but June finally came and there was no way I would be overweight.  She set the scale at 150 and said Ok let’s see if you made it.”

I complained “What are you talking about we said 152.”

“Just step on the scale.” she said abruptly.

“OK.”  I stepped on and the balance almost hit the top.  I centered it up a 150 and ¾.

“Yeah.!” She cheered as she clapped her beautiful little hands together and bounced like a cheerleader.

“I never thought we would be the same weight this quickly.”  She said with a huge smile.

“What the heck are you talking about.” I objected.

“Watch this.”  She set the scale to 150 and stepped on.  To my amazement it balanced perfectly in the middle.  My heart dropped.  My wife was now as big as me.

“Wait a minute.  What’s going on.  There is no way you gained seven pounds of muscle in one month.”

I felt her belly to see if she had gained fat, but it was rock hard.  Then as I frisked her I noticed something hard in her pockets.

She completely lost it laughing uncontrollably.  She was so cute when she executed a joke like this.  She pulled out a two and a half pound plate from each pocket and said “Well maybe I only weigh 145 without my weights.”  She continued cracking up.

I felt better, but it made me realize how close she was getting.

“OK.  I guess you’ve earned something this month didn’t you.”  She lead me along.

“Yes I did”  My mouth was watering.

“You wait down here till I call you up.”

“I waited for what seemed like two hours, but really was only 15 minutes.

“I’m ready for you baby.” She called out.

I was up there in two seconds.  There she was sitting on the couch with a bathing suit top on and a blanket covering her lower body.  This reminded me we had forgotten to even measure her upper body, but man did it look good.

“Kneel on the floor.”  She commanded.

I walked over to where she was pointing and Knelt down.  She pulled off part of the blanket and exposed her left leg.  It looked very wide as it rested on the couch, but I couldn’t really tell what I was looking at then she pulled the rest of the blanket away and her right leg looked just as big.  She pointed her toes and flexed her calves and they looked huge.  They looked familiar, but much larger than ever before.  Then she stood up and I could not believe what I saw.  Her amazing quads were so defined and just popped out as she stood overhanging her knees more than I could ever have imagined.  She began to walk around very slowly and deliberately to accentuate her muscularity while her thighs snapped to attention with each step.  Her hamstrings were extremely well developed making her leg look like a nice solid barrel from the side.  She lifted her left foot to flex her left hamstring and it balled up like a bicep.

“Go ahead and feel it if you dare”  She tempted.

“Oh my,  It was worth the wait.”

I felt them up and down they were so massive and rock hard.  The smell of her perfume was such a contradiction to the power that I felt.

“Lay down.” she commanded.

I knew what was next and I was scared.  She laid down next to me and put her leg up in the air.  I just stared.

“Come on.  Are you ready”

I brought my leg up slowly still staring.

“Let’s go, pick up the pace”  She coached.

“One. Two. Three.”  She counted.

Being very competitive I hit her with everything I had and to my surprise she went backward.  I was going to win.  I had to win. I am after all a man.

Then to my surprise our legs stopped dead.  Suddenly I was pushing on solid rock.

“Are you ready.” she said with out much labor.

“I just grunted.”

“Here we go.”

My leg started to go backward slowly at first  then faster. Until the harder I pushed the less it seemed to help.  Before I knew it I was rolled up back on my head and she just held me there until I did a backward summersault away from her.

“Let’s do it again.” she said triumphantly “But this time start out slower.

I was going to give her everything this time.

We started out slow and I was grunting and pushing but I didn’t budge her.  She just slowly pushed me back then let me all the way forward to a winning position and put me back to almost losing.  After about five times of basically doing reps with me as the machine I had nothing left.  I couldn’t push at all but she seemed to have full strength.

 

She stood and flexed her legs.  I tried to stand but I stumbled because my leg was so worn out.

 

“I am the champion.” she called out.

“That was amazing.  I can’t believe what you’ve done with your legs.” I complimented.

“Thanks Hun.  It was all for you”  She said as she gave me a big hug.  “Wow you feel so scrawny”  Looking down at me.

“Hey, I still outweigh you, don’t forget.”  I responded.

“yeah but five pounds isn’t very much.”  She reminded me.

“I want to try you in arm wrestling again.  I might be on a winning streak.”  She teased.

“OK If you want to press your luck” I challenged.

We sat down at the table and I put my arm up.  It did look kind of small.  She put hers up grinning from ear to ear.  Her arm looked incredible but still smaller than mine.

“OK you say go.” I said.

“One. Two Three Go” She called out.

We both went on go.  I was amazed at how much effort I had to give to hold her even.  She really felt like a force to be reckoned with.  She was giving everything, and I was giving almost everything.  I decided to put her down, but it took me at least 10 seconds before she gave in.

 

“That was close.” she said somewhat surprised.  “A little more work and I’ll have you.”

“Don’t forget I have cut a lot of weight and I plan to start lifting again.”  I let her know.

“I don’t think I want you to gain your weight back yet.”  She said matter of factly.

“That’s too bad.”  I said defiantly.

“Let’s go measure your arms” she reminded me.

“OK, but this is the smallest you will see them” I warned.

“We’ll see about that.” She threatened.

I flexed and she slid the tape around.  My worst fears realized.

“14 and a quarter” she exclaimed. “No wonder I did so well in arm wrestling.”

“Now let’s measure mine”  She said excitedly.

“Twelve and three quarters.  Not bad.”  I complimented.

“ Hey Babe, I was thinking, what would it take for you to keep losing weight for another three months.”

“You are nuts.  I can’t do that.” 

“Come on there must be something that would motivate you.”

“How about sex at least once a day for the full three months.  If you miss a day that I want it, then the bet is off.” I suggested

“Every Other day, and it’s a deal.”

“Four times a week.”

“Sold.”

“Shit what did I just do.”

So keeping to my word I continued to diet and run.  She kept track of my eating and greatly limited my protein, but I was loving our newly revved up sex life, so I thought it was worth it.

We kept this up for three months.  She made amazing gains while I made painful losses.

“It’s September, let’s weigh in.” I announced.

“You first.” she said.

She moved the large balance down to the 100 section and set the little one to 140.  I stepped on and it barely budged.

“138.5” she announced.

I stepped off and she stepped on immediately and the balance crashed to the top.

“Hey your going to break it!” I scolded.

“What are you going to do about it little man?” She said with great confidence.

“Just kidding honey.” I retracted.

“So was I lover.”

She moved the weight to 150 and it was stilled buried at the top.

“Looks like I get to move the big weight!” She said gleefully.

It balanced out at 153.

I never felt so small before especially with her up on that scale towering above me.

She got off the scale and said “OK lets compare in the mirror.”

We both flexed and to my horror there was no noticeable difference.  We had met in the middle on arm size.

“Oh my god, I am totally bigger than you.”  She said with great surprise.

“No your not. Get the tape.”  I scolded.

“Don’t get nasty with me.  Alright let’s see it.”

I put my arm up slowly and she first felt it and then felt hers.

“Yep, I’m bigger,”  She teased.

“Just measure!” I said angrily.

“Not quite 13 and a half.  Now mine.” she said impatiently.

She put it up and no matter how I measured it it was a little over 13.5.

I didn’t say any thing.

“Mine’s bigger I see it over 13 and a half.  I am totally bigger.”

She looked like she had won an Olympic Medal.

“Let’s do legs.”  She said.

She quickly rapped the tape around my legs.

“18 inches!”   She declared.

“Now mine.” She said breathing heavily in anticipation.

“23 inches.” I revealed.

Her calves were 16 inches while mine were 13.5 inches.

“Now let’s leg wrestle” She said.

“What’s the point?” I responded.

“I just want to see how far I’ve come.  Now try really hard at the beginning like you used to when you tried to cheat.” She explained.

We got down One Two Three I shot as hard as I could I heard a slap and my leg hit a brick wall.  Before I knew it I was rolled all the way back in a full somersault.

“I can’t believe how weak you are.”  She noted.

“Thanks honey.  I really needed that.”

“I think I’m ready to beat you in arm wrestling.” She informed me.

She put her arm on the table and it looked huge.  Her big slab of bicep was just sitting there ready for action.

I said. “Go!” and caught her off guard and pushed her back a bit.

This made her mad and she brought us back to even with a huge grunt.  I could not believe the amount of power I was feeling pushing back on me.  It felt like I was pushing a concrete wall.  Eventually she started to tire and I was able to gain the advantage.  She was trying her hardest but I was just too much.  I guess I had more endurance.  She held me off for a minute but I eventually pinned her.

“Wow honey that was awesome.”  I complemented.

“I can’t believe you beat me, even though I’m bigger.” She said totally deflated.

“But babe your arm is just a little bit bigger and I probably have more endurance.”

“Well, I won’t lose next time.”  She said defiantly.

“How do you figure?”

“I’m going to keep training and you’re still not going to.” She said matter-of-factly.

“I don’t think so.  This has got to stop.” I said forcefully.

“I was thinking it just started.”

“Now what are you talking about?”

“This is too exciting to stop now.  All I can think about is beating you in armwrestling.”

So she talked me into going another month.  We agreed I would only lose one pound a week.  So by October I got down to 134 and she was up to 155.  When we flexed in the mirror her arms were now obviously larger.  But she wasn’t satisfied.

“I am not getting much stronger these days she complained.  Is there anything I can do to speed things up?” She asked.

“Well you could try Creatine and maybe some protein powder.  Creatine makes you pump up more and adds some reps.”  I answered.

“Will it hurt me?”

“I guess not, as long as you cycle it.”

“What does that mean.”

“You can’t just take it consistently.  You should take extended breaks from it.”

“OK.  Sounds good to me.”

So we tried adding a creatine supplement with some protein also and it worked fantastically.  She went up about three reps in every exercise by the end of the October.  After One month she was up to 160.  Against my better judgement I went down to 130.  Needless to say she looked massive compared to me.

“Let’s compare in the mirror.” She said excitedly.

“This should be fun.”  I said sarcastically.

We both flexed and I could not believe what I saw.  Just two months earlier our arms were almost the same size.  Mine were now obviously smaller.

“Look how big I am.  I can’t believe it.”  She marveled.

“Looks like the Creatine might be helping.”  I said as if it wasn’t obvious.

“We’ve got to measure each other.  I can’t wait.”  She said impatiently.  “Me first. Me first.”

She put her arm up in my face and it was truly amazing to see up close.

“Fourteen Inches!”  I announced.

“Oh my gosh that’s awesome.”  She delighted.  “Now let’s see yours!”

I flexed as hard as I could, though I’m not sure why.

“A little less than Thirteen Inches!”  She cheered.  “Now I should beat you in armwrestling!”

She practically drug me upstairs to the kitchen table.

“I’ll say go, so you don’t try to cheat.” She informed me.

“Fine, but I’m not going to let you win.”

“You don’t have much of a choice.” She challenged.

“Ready…Set…..Go.”

She took the advantage right off the bat, but I wasn’t going down that easily.  She held me there and got an evil smile on her face.

“Honey why aren’t you trying.” she teased.

This made me mad and I gave everything, but she didn’t budge.  Suddenly she started grunting and giving every thing she had.  As I started to go down she became so excited she began breathing very loud as if she was having an orgasm.  My hand hit the table and she just held it for a second and smiled at me.

“I am the strongest.”  She sung as she gave a big double biceps.  “Did you ever think your wife could be so powerful?”

 

.I was so mad at what she had done to me.  I actually began to tear up.  I felt so humiliated.

 

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.  Are you OK?” She asked sincerely.

“yeah, I’m OK, it’s just tough losing like that.”

“That was the greatest feeling I have ever felt.” She said.  “I have never felt so powerful before.”  “I’ve never made a guy cry before.”

“I wasn’t crying!” I shouted.

“Oh, I’m sorry.  I thought I saw a tear.” She said Mockingly.

“ Well, this will give me the motivation I need to get back into shape.”  I said.

“Hold on. I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.” She responded.

“What’s left.  You’ve beat me in everything.” I complained.

“Not Wrestling…” She noted.

“But you don’t know how to wrestle.”

“You’re going to teach me.”  She stated.

“I don’t think so.”

“Yes you will.  Right after we make love.”

I was in a better mood after sex and I decided to show her a couple of things.

I got on my back and showed her how to put me in a headlock.  She squeezed so hard I thought my head was going to pop off.

“Try to get out.” She said.

I tried my hardest for about 15 seconds, but it was hopeless.  She was just too strong.

“You can’t move, can you?”  She asked.

“No.” I whispered as my lungs were being crushed.

“Does this hurt.”  She asked as she gave a big squeeze.

“Yes.”  I struggled.

“Good.  Will you lose some more weight for me?”

“No.”

“What?” she asked as she squeezed.”

“No.” I said defiantly.

Then she gave it everything she had and before she broke me I said.  “Yes !“

“Who’s the strongest?”

“You are.”

“Is it going to stay that way?”

“No.”

Hard Squeeze.

“Yes.”

“That’s what I thought.”

She let go of me and I just laid there trying to catch my breath.

“I’m glad you see things my way.” She said.

I was mad but also scared.  I had created a monster.  Although, she was a very beautiful monster.  I felt myself getting addicted to her power.  “Can I feel your guns?” I asked.

“Sure you can give me a massage.”

What an amazing body she has.  Her muscles are so hard and huge.  I love feeling every one of them.  Her arms and legs are truly spectacular.  I never thought she could achieve this kind of size when she first started.  It was a privilege to massage this amazing body.  I was beginning to accept my weaker role in the relationship, but I still wasn’t ready for it to be permanent.

 

“Wow little guy you give a good massage” She complemented. “I think you’re enjoying it as much as me.”

“You are pretty amazing.”  I acknowledged.  “In just over a years time you have gone from skinny girl to a powerful woman.”

“I’m glad you like it because I am only going to get bigger.” She noted.

 

 Later on that night I made myself a sandwich and took at bite.  She came in and took it from me and started eating it.

“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted.

“Hey you’re still on a diet mister.’

“No I’m not.”

“ I thought this was settled.”  She said.

“That didn’t count.  I had no choice but to agree.”

“You agreed.  I want you to lose at least ten more pounds.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Yeah when you try to eat like this.”  She stated “Am I going to have to lock up the food in this house.”

“I guess so.”

She put the sandwich down and put her chest up to mine.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge these days.”

She pushed me back by walking toward me.  I tried to push, but her strength and weight were to much and soon I was pinned against the refrigerator.  She grabbed me and picked me up in a bear hug.

She put her face up to mine gritting her teeth as if she might bite me.  “You do not have an option.”

“I will not.” I barely could breathe.

She squeezed me tightly till I could not breathe.

“If you are going to obey then shake you head yes.”

I shook my head no and this made her very mad.  She squeezed so hard I thought my ribs would break.  Everything started to get fuzzy and the next thing I knew I was laying on the couch.  Was it a dream?

“This is the kind of thing that happens when you don’t listen.” I heard from across the room.

As she walked over to me I put my hands up in self-defense.

“I’m not going to hurt you but I’m glad to see you know who’s boss…  Who is the boss?”

“You are.”

“Very good.  You’re learning.”

While in bed that night I tried caressing her and feeling her muscles.

She pushed me away forcefully by my face. “I’m not in the mood.”  And she went to sleep.

She continued to lift like a robot.  She never missed a workout while I continued running and dieting.

“Come downstairs honey” I heard form the basement.

“What do you need babe?” I asked.

“Just get down here!”

I ran down the steps very quickly.

“I just got done doing arms and I want to compare with you now that I’m pumped.”  She said as she was pumping her arms.

She walked over to the mirror.  “Get over here!” She commanded.

As soon as I got close she drug me into position.  Her arms looked like they were going to burst pulsating with veins.

“OK flex.” She ordered.

I flexed and she said “I said flex!”

“I am!”

“Are you serious there’s nothing there?”

“Thanks, I know that.”

She flexed and her arm was totally massive.

I could not believe I let this happen.

 

Later that night we were sitting together watching The Bachelor on TV and I announced I was going upstairs because I had some work to do.

“No your not.  I want you to stay here and cuddle.”  She cooed.

“Sorry, I can’t watch this crap.”

As I tried to get up she wrapped her arms around me and held me.  I was quickly sucked in like a rag doll.  She squeezed just hard enough to contain me without hurting me.  I begged a couple of times but needless to say I watched the entire episode.

 

We just did some measurements.

My arms are 12 inches while hers are 15.  When we compare in the mirror it is as if she has my old arms and I have hers.  She loves to poke and squeeze my little muscles and we occasionally do tests of strength.  I never win unless she lets me.  My legs are now 17” while hers are 24.5.